Willow pov
“Well, what do you think?” Her uncle James asked as she looked at the picture of a beautiful Antebellum-style house. Willow briefly looked at the split-level house and then the ranch-style house and then went back to the first one. Her uncle came over that morning to help, but also apparently to show her some for-sale houses down in Savannah.
“I love it, but what’s the catch?” She asked looking shrewdly at her uncle who was rocking Aspen. Willow could tell her uncle had been waiting patiently for her to get out of the shower to spring this on her.
“No catch,” her uncle said with a shrug and she continued to glare. “What? You were right, it is cheaper down in Georgia. That neighborhood is the safest, it has the best school district, best student-to-teacher ratio.” Uncle James
